Brother Imperial, Wilt Thou Be My Qin Jin

Qi Yu and his party's arrival set the entire Kingdom of Women abuzz.

Along the road, from eighty-year-old crones to three-year-old little girls, everyone craned their necks in curiosity, jostling to stare at the rare "men" seldom seen in the Kingdom of Women of Xiliang.

"Men! They're men! This old woman's lived this many years, and it's the first time I've seen a man alive and kicking!"

"Auntie Zhang, listen to you—don't tell me you've seen dead ones before?"

"Move aside, quick! Don't block this old woman from looking at men. Keep shoving and I'll tear your mouth off!"

"..."

Qi Yu rode a white horse, leading Sun Wukong and the others slowly toward the capital.

Being watched and admired by so many female benefactors, scrutinized as though he were some rare bird or exotic beast, he could not help feeling a trace of nervousness.

What unsettled him even more was that, for some reason, he kept faintly feeling an inexplicable palpitation, as though some calamity belonging to him was quietly waiting up ahead.

"Amitabha Buddha. With this poor monk's current strength, even the strongest demons should certainly be no match for me, so why is my heart so ill at ease?"

Qi Yu could not figure it out, nor could he guess.

He did not know that what awaited him ahead was no peerless demon with a fierce god's face and evil fiend's baleful intent, but a bond of love!

A bond of love powerful enough to turn his Buddhist heart, tempered like steel a hundred times over, into softness twined around a finger!

Qi Yu and his party passed through the capital and arrived before the imperial palace. At some point, a beautiful figure had already appeared atop the city wall.

She wore a bright yellow gown embroidered